Before you draw the final curtain

Before the big top crashes down

Before you pack away my trunk case

I'd like to take a final bow.

One last chance to hear the laughter

And see your face there in the crowd

One last moment in the spotlight

One last chance to be your clown.

I guess you're tired of walking tightropes

Of setting up and tearing down

You want a place to call forever

And rest your feet on solid ground.

Somewhere you've lost that sense of wonder

But that's still the place I'm bound

I'm a storm in search of thunder

I'm just a circus leaving town.

Once we could fill the room with laughter

And fill each other's hearts with joy

Through each trial and disaster

Still we cling to our choice.

To take a path so unforgiving

A road that waits for no one

You know we chose to keep on living

Lord, tell me where did we go wrong.

I guess you're tired of walking tightropes

Of setting up and tearing down

You want a place to call forever

And rest your feet on solid ground.

Don't try to break this spell I'm under

And stop these wheels from spinning around

I'm a storm in search of thunder

Yes, I'm just a circus leaving town.

Some day you'll wake up and wonder

And your heart will start to pound

And you'll long for the thunder

And the kiss is of a clown...